I’ve dropped 15 pounds in four weeks. Nothing and everything changed when I shed a lousy work environment, and landed in a new positive space. It’s funny: I *knew* that the stress was affecting me, but I could not appreciate the physical toll until the weight started to melt away, the headaches stopped, I felt rested in the mornings, etc.
Looks like I’m gonna be printing out “YEA, YOU CAME TO WORK SICK AS A DOG” certificates for most of my office because that’s the only reason I can fathom these people deciding to bring in the plague to everyone.
It was my first day back to work today! In keeping with all those “first day” photos floating around social media, here are the things you should know about me: my favorite subject is lunchtime. My best friend is Martin. I like the color purple and I want to be an independently wealthy woman when I grow up. I’m 36 years old.
Last summer, Martin was hired by an insurance company over here. They were impressed with his banking/accounting education and experience from the United States, but still required him to get officially certified thru the German system.
My coworker lost a bet, and is now wearing a giant red-and-white polka dot Minnie Mouse bow here at the office. Because we are located in the attic of a building with no elevators, we RARELY get visitors. We can go FOR WEEKS without anyone coming up to see us.
I swear, these people at work know exactly how to drive up my anxiety.
“So, the power may go out in the building at some point in the next hour. We don’t know when exactly, or if it’ll even happen, and it shouldn’t fry your computer, but whatever you are working on, just be sure it’s saved, okay?”